#there will be one more update for this moon!

[rippleclan]

RippleClan: Moon 91, Part 2

Pearkit is scared by everything happening in the Clan, but Icekit helps her have some fun in the snow.

[Image ID: Pearkit and Icekit run off to play while Trumpetspore talks to Puddlewhisper and Rattlepelt. Under Pearkit, it says + NEW SKILL: MOSS-BALL HUNTER. Under Icekit, it says + NEW SKILL: ODDLY OBSERVANT.]

WARNING: This edition of RippleClan's Promise contains discussion of an off-screen suicide. A non-triggering summary of the events can be found at the bottom of the update.

Puddlewhisper liked being a mother. No, not liked. Loved. She loved being in the nursery full time, she loved watching Icekit and Pearkit open their eyes and learn to speak, she loved her newfound son and daughter so much! It somehow made Lemmy's betrayal, her exile, and the three heartbreaking deaths of the last moon bearable, as Puddlewhisper could sit outside the nursery and watch her kits play in the new snow.

The snow had come back the night before. It began to cover the five Clans during the Gathering. Like the dramatic end to a grand story, the first flakes fell as Downstar explained Lemmy's exile and the murders of Potterypool and Lightningrunner. By the time RippleClan made it back to camp, the shipwreck was once again well-covered in snow. The walk back felt like a nightmare for Puddlewhisper, who attended to explain the happy news to her friends in other Clans. It didn't feel right to leave Icekit and Pearkit behind at the start of a snowstorm—memories of Tempestshade and Shadowdrop's situation flashed in her mind—but when she got back to the nursery, Icekit and Pearkit were asleep at Rattlepelt's side, cuddled up with the recently named Midnightkit and Valleykit.

Now, in the peace of the new morning, the four tiny kittens tumbled about in the snow. Midnightkit and Valleykit were only just starting to wobble around camp, only a few tail-lengths from the nursery, but Icekit and Pearkit were far more active. However, their interests were rather skewed from what Puddlewhisper expected.

"But I don't want to move away," Pearkit whined as she reached a paw toward the freshly ignited bonfire in the heart of camp. "It's cold!"

"And this is hot," Currentsmoke laughed, nudging the tiny molly away once more. "Very, very hot. I don't want you to hurt yourself." Currentsmoke plucked dry twigs out of a basket at his side and fed the flames.

"I just wanna touch it!" Icekit squeaked, eyes sparkling with the early signs of a firebug.

"No one is touching the fire!" Currentsmoke laughed, although a bit more tension leaked into his voice this time around. He was so distracted by the pair that he nearly put his head into the bonfire.

"Let's see if they reach apprenticeship with their whiskers intact," Rattlepelt purred. The furless artisan sat beside Puddlewhisper outside of the nursery, enjoying a little sunshine while her new sons played. She dragged out a chunk of the nursery's leather floor so her bare skin didn't lay on the freezing snow.

"Should I make them play with Midnightkit and Valleykit?" Puddlewhisper wondered.

"They'll be fine," Rattlepelt said. "It's not like my toms will remember today." Puddlewhisper nodded absently. She slowly sank into the snow, as though it would swallow her with one wrong move. She sat in a loaf and studied her kits. Her kits, Puddlewhisper kept telling herself. No one had seen Nimble since that fateful day. If she cared about them, Nimble would have at least come looking. She probably thought they were dead, putting the blame for Lemmy's burning path of vengeance on the entirety of RippleClan.

It seemed strange to admit, especially after the accident with Moontide and Cobaltchaser a few days prior, but for the first time that winter, Puddlewhisper felt… safe? Confident? Happy? Even though it hurt to know her other little sister was gone, Cobaltchaser got to run with Lightningrunner and their parents in StarClan. Puddlewhisper couldn't describe her feeling, but it was a sort of peace, a kind of security that had been absent since Potterypool's body first turned out along the Great Northern River. It was a release of tension rippling through her shoulders. It was a warmth in her chest. It was an assurance that her kits would grow up in a happy period of Clan history.

But with so many recent vigils, Puddlewhisper knew that was a lesser-seen feeling in the Clan. No one better embodied that idea than Trumpetspore, whom Puddlewhisper noticed creeping out of the warrior's den.

Puddlewhisper couldn't recall seeing Trumpetspore outside the den since Mosspounce's vigil. Puddlewhisper had stopped by the warrior's den a few times to share tongues or connect with her siblings, but every time she did, Trumpetspore was in her nest. Sometimes Paleseed or Slushtrail sat with her. Sometimes they talked with her, othertimes at her while she laid quiet and unblinking. Now that Trumpetspore stepped into the white morning, Puddlewhisper could see the weight of so many days spent nesting. Half of Trumpetspore's thin pelt pressed awkwardly to her side, matted and untouched. Trumpetspore would need the mediators' help with oil and a comb to handle that mess. Had no one shared tongues with her? Or had she refused all offers?

Pearkit's attention shifted from the glorious warm flames of the bonfire to Trumpetspore's surprise appearance in the clearing. Her little blue eyes bulged at the sight of Trumpetspore's mats and her drooping face. She backed away from the bonfire, keeping her unblinking gaze focused on Trumpetspore. Puddlewhisper's ears burned. She prayed Trumpetspore didn't notice. Icekit, however, did, and glanced between Trumpetspore and his sister.

"Pearkit, let's melt the snow!" Icekit quickly suggested. He trapsed away from the bonfire and plunged his muzzle into the snow. He breathed hard, breath fogging artound his face as though he could breathe fire. Pearkit immediately forgot Trumpetspore and copied her brother, smacking a chunk of snow until it melted under her paw.

"Trumpetspore!" Puddlewhisper called. Trumpetspore looked up, hackles rising for a moment. "Come share tongues with us."

"I need to use the dirtplace," Trumpetspore said, inching toward the dirtplace path.

"In a bit," Puddlewhisper said, scooting over. "Join us." Trumpetspore crept close. She slowly settled herself beside Puddlewhisper and Rattlepelt, her matted side facing the former.

"Once the weather warms up," Rattlepelt said, giving Trumpetspore's shoulder a few good licks, "you and I should go collect some clay. It's been a while since we've made a pot together. The clerics could use some new jars. It seems Gingerpaw has been a little clumsy."

"Maybe," Trumpetspore said. She rested her chin on the edge of Rattlepelt's leather mat. Puddlewhisper, meanwhile, studied the knots and mats in Trumpetspore's fur.

"Rattlepelt, do we have any oil?" Puddlewhisper asked. Her paw pated Trumpetspore's biggest mat.

"We should have a bit we can use," Rattlepelt hummed. She got up to check, but Trumpetspore batted at her leg.

"Don't waste oil on me," the black molly grumbled.

"It's for your own good, Trumpetspore," Puddlewhisper huffed. Rattlepelt squeezed around Trumpetspore and entered the artisan's den. "If you're not going to groom yourself, let us help."

"I don't want to share tongues with anyone," Trumpetspore whined, ears pinned back. "I always shared tongues with my brother."

"The mediators will do it if I don't," Puddlewhisper pointed out. "I think it will be less embarrassing this way." Rattlepelt returned, rolling a pot up to the pair. She settled the pot on its base and pulled off the leather lid, now glistening with oil. When Trumpetspore said nothing, Puddlewhisper grabbed the damp leather and rubbed the excess oil onto Trumpetspore's mats. The black molly shivered at the touch.

"Maybe you can think about it this way, Trumpetspore," Rattlepelt sighed as Puddlewhisper massaged the oil through Trumpetspore's mats. "We're just filling in for Mosspounce."

"What does that mean?" Trumpetspore muttered. She rolled her cheek onto the cold snow. "He's dead. I can't share tongues with him anymore. I'll never see him again."

"But you will," Rattlepelt reminded the grieving molly. "You believe in StarClan, don't you? You know Mosspounce is up in Silverpelt. So is Tempestshade, and Shadowdrop, and some of your old friends. They're all waiting for you. Some day, you'll get to share tongues with Mosspounce again. I know it will be nice to tell my sister all about my kits when I die."

"I…" Trumpetspore gulped as Puddlewhisper placed the sticky lid loosely on the oil pot. "I forgot about StarClan."

"I guess it's easy to forget our friends aren't truly gone sometimes," Puddlewhisper sighed, readying her claws. She carefully stuck her claws into Trumpetspore's biggest mat. She gently tugged at Trumpetspore's fur, coaxing out little squiggles of moss and foreign hair.

"They're in StarClan," Trumpetspore muttered, moving her head onto her paws. "They're up there… without me."

"It's only a matter of time till you see them again," Rattlepelt promised. As Puddlewhisper worked on Trumpetspore's mat, she looked back to her kits. Icekit and Pearkit worked together to melt down a circle of snow, revealing the sand underneath. They grew more and more excited the closer they got to their goal. Puddlewhisper couldn't stop herself from wondering, how long would it be until she joined her parents in Silverpelt? How long would her kits have to wait to see her again?

Oh well. The musings of life, Puddlewhisper supposed.

(Puddlewhisper: 57, trans female, codekeeper, thoughtful, keen eye, ghost sense)

(Pearkit: 1, female, kit, quiet, moss-ball hunter)

(Currentsmoke: 26, male, caretaker, loving, good climber, inventor and innovator)

(Icekit: 1, male, kit, unruly, oddly observant)

(Rattlepelt: 74, female, artisan, thoughtful, leather artist)

(Trumpetspore: 52, female, warrior, nervous, makes the best pottery, good storyteller)

Trumpetspore… she…

[Image ID: Rattlepelt talks to Oilstripe, saying "This isn't what I meant…" Under both of them, it says + CONDITION: GRIEVING.]

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The waking nightmare began as a murmur, a flutter of soft voices muffled against heavy snow. The sound coaxed Rattlepelt out of a deep, dreamless sleep little by little. It barely reached her ears, and her eyes begged to stay shut. Yet the whispers and gentle pawsteps said to Rattlepelt, get up.

And so she did, albeit slowly. Midnightkit and Valleykit were hidden underneath Rattlepelt's fox pelt, which now laid sideways over her body. Slivers of moonlight glinted off the snow outside and gave the nursery a soft blue shine. Puddlewhisper slept a fox-length away, limbs dangling out of her soft nest. Icekit and Pearkit slept on top of one another, pinning Puddlewhisper's back leg. A heavy warmth hung over the queens and their adopted kits, a warmth that made Rattlepelt loathe to step out of her nest. But there was a twitch in her gut that continued to whisper, on your paws, come along now.

Rattlepelt tried to figure out why she was awake as she slowly twitched life back into her paws. Was it a late-night rush to the dirtplace? No, that wasn't what her gut told her. No, it was Wildclaw, wasn't it? She was supposed to join Rattlepelt in the nursery once she was relieved from guard duty. How deep into the night were they? Shouldn't Wildclaw have joined Rattlepelt by then? Those questions stirred Rattlepelt to life.

Rattlepelt carefully pulled her fox pelt straight against her back. She slunk away from Midnightkit and Valleykit, praying they wouldn't wake up. Rattlepelt rubbed her paws into the leather floor and braced herself for the chill outside. The snow bit her feet and her eyes burned at the sudden introduction of firelight.

The camp bonfire was small, a sign of conversing heat for a sleeping Clan, but still bigger than it should have been for a quiet night. Oilstripe stood silhouetted against the flames. The autumn leaves that adorned her fur glowed, light streaming through the thin material. Oilstripe spoke with Venturedapple, Scaleripple, and Vervaincough. Every face burned with a solemnity that made Rattlepelt nauseous. Vervaincough shook in just such a way that Rattlepelt knew it wasn't from the cold.

Scaleripple noticed Rattlepelt from the corner of his eye and quickly muttered something to Oilstripe. Oilstripe looked back at Rattlepelt. Her face was torn, just like the day she returned from the human settlement without Carnationspeckle. The ginger deputy whispered to her Clanmates. They each went in separate directions; Venturedapple left camp, Scaleripple slipped into the warrior's den, and Vervaincough jogged toward the medicine den.

"Oilstripe?" Rattlepelt whispered. "Why is everyone acting like this?" Oilstripe turned to her adopted daughter. Her breath was shaky, and she blinked wildly. Rattlepelt crept closer, unable to tear away from Oilstripe's fearful eyes. A moment later, though, Troutpool and Weevilsight burst out of the medicine den and scrambled to the camp exit. Honeybuzz, Estherfern, and Gingerpaw followed slowly, whiskers fallen and a basket in Gingerpaw's jaws.

"Is someone hurt?" Rattlepelt gulped. Oilstripe groaned, running a snow-soaked paw over her muzzle.

"I need to start at the beginning," she said. Her voice was coarse and rattled. "I, uh… alright. Estherfern had a dream. A clump of mushrooms, rotting under moonlight. She woke me up and said it was about Trumpetspore. She was out of camp and in trouble. I sent a patrol to go find her. They just came back, she's…" Oilstripe sat down. Her legs tensed with the effort. Rattlepelt waited. The bonfire crackled at her paws.

"She killed herself," Oilstripe said. "Trumpetspore killed herself."

Maybe you can think about it this way, Trumpetspore. We're just filling in for Mosspounce.

"The codekeepers are certain of it. No prints around her body, no scent trail. I don't know what to think."

He's dead. I can't share tongues with him anymore. I'll never see him again.

"Shadowdrop's spirit is here. He's nodding at me. The codekeepers are right. StarClan, I didn't know Trumpetspore's grief was this bad."

But you will. You believe in StarClan, don't you?

"The patrol brought her body back, but… how am I supposed to just bring her into camp? What do I tell the Clan?"

You know Mosspounce is up in Silverpelt. So is Tempestshade, and Shadowdrop, and some of your old friends. They're all waiting for you. Some day, you'll get to share tongues with Mosspounce again.

"Scaleripple is waking the mediators. Maybe they will know what to say. What I really need is for the clerics to make sure she's presentable. I, I should talk to Downstar."

They're in StarClan. They're up there… without me.

"This isn't what I meant…" Rattlepelt croaked.

Oh StarClan. StarClan no. She was trying to comfort her! That conversation had been just two days prior. Did… did Rattlepelt give Trumpetspore the idea? She barely thought about what she said! She just wanted to help! This was her fault!

"Rattlepelt? Rattlepelt, sit down."

This was her fault. This was her fault. Trumpetspore didn't need to do this! She still had a life ahead of her! She could have found a mate, had kits, mentored more apprentices.

She and Rattlepelt were going to make more pots.

Rattlepelt gave her the idea. It wasn't supposed to be a way out! She did it again! She caused someone's death, again!

"No, Rattlepelt, you can't blame yourself for this. Can you breathe, please? Woah, woah, don't fall over! Rattlepelt, can you hear me? I'm getting Paleseed."

Wildclaw was wrong. It happened again.

(Rattlepelt: 74, female, artisan, thoughtful, leather artist)

(Oilstripe: 95, female, deputy, charismatic, ghost speaker)

NON-TRIGGERING SUMMARY: Puddlewhisper and Rattlepelt helped groom mats out of Trumpetspore's fur. Trumpetspore had been violently grieving Mosspounce, so Rattlepelt tried to comfort her. A couple nights later, Rattlepelt woke up to find Oilstripe solemnly discussing something with a patrol. Oilstripe informed Rattlepelt that Trumpetspore died by suicide outside camp. Rattlepelt has a panic attack at this, believing herself to be at fault for giving misinterpreted advice.

SUICIDE HOTLINES

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[alexthebordercollie]

Happy Valentine's Day!

You're one of the most coolest person I've met on this site and you're an incredibly talented artist and a writer (seriously your talent intimidates me very much sometimes). I love your fiddauthor content to the moon and back and I'm always willing to buy a comission or two from you (if my financial situation is stable at the moment that is 😂) and I'm so happy to be part of your fiddauthor community. 🫂💖💖💖

Goddanm! Thank you so much. I'm really sorry I don't update more often, life's been hectic lately. That said I finally got around to finalizing designs for PapaFord and Fiddleford just for you for Valentine's day ^3^

[velmashaircut]

I played Caleb's route and myth a while ago and here are my thoughts/ theories/ predictions about him and the story (long af):

I reread my prediction post I made a month ago about Caleb, and I feel bad for painting him as some sort of villain. This man has been through the ringer, I thought the other LI's had it bad, Caleb somehow has it worse, he's been through so much and this is just in one lifetime. I both anticipate and dread his second myth, although the story will be good, it'll also be sad af

His main story branch update was the best of the main story in my opinion. I found it really engaging, not that the other chapters suck or anything. The same goes for his myth story; it felt like a continuation from the main story and the plot of the myth was enjoyable. If you want to understand Caleb and what's going on with him, read his myth! I would say his myth story is one of the best in the game.

MC's emotions and inner conflict were executed perfectly in this story branch. The emotion in MC’s voice when she’s face to face with Caleb was so touching, and the way she hugged him as soon as she could...it was sweet, her VA did a great job depicting her emotions! I really liked seeing MC so overjoyed to see an LI; in her initial meetings with LI’s she's either annoyed or neutral, so seeing her over the moon to be reunited with Caleb was refreshing and just solidified how deep their bond runs. Caleb naturally has an advantage compared to the other LI's in that sense, in this timeline, even if MC doesn't love Caleb, she'll always be warmer to him and he'll be her first choice.

Playing the main story and witnessing MC’s joy to be reunited with Caleb slowly turn into suspicion and eventually morph into frustration and anger was so good to read. The player and MC both bare witness to Caleb's transformation in character and it's heart wrenching to discover, both the MC and player don't fully understand what's going on to cause this switch in behaviour.

The ending for the main story was very solemn; MC failed her mission, Kevi was taken away and Mia died. Her short reunion with Caleb turns bittersweet. I thought that would be the end, but then it was revealed Caleb's been tangled in EVER's schemes and Caleb is making himself look like the perfect weapon to spare MC from this fate - he’s trading his life so she can keep hers. And his myth ending makes this all the more heart wrenching - the chip has taken away most of his memories, and he's doing whatever he can to preserve the memories he has of MC not only to keep his sense of self, but to still resist EVER's control of him.

Despite the lack of transparency and control Caleb exercised over MC’s life, I didn’t think he went too out of line. Caleb seems to believe he needs to amass power to protect MC and himself, Tainted Cuts seems to prove this ideology. Skyhaven is dangerous and Caleb knows it; despite being influential, he can't control over Skyhaven the way Sylus does with the N109 zone, he has to keep MC under lock and key to ensure she's out of harms way. He knows there are people after her, he works for them! He's not safe either. And in the end, Caleb was proven right to keep her under surveillances; MC nearly died twice in Skyhaven. When MC and Caleb get into an argument towards the end of the story, and she says she doesn't need his protection, instead of possession I think he felt more frenzied despair. He knows what lurks ahead, and he knows he can't hide her away forever and protect her from the danger.

...

In my theory post about Caleb, I suggested Caleb orchestrated the explosion, clearly that was not the case. I still think he wasn't clueless about what was going on behind the scenes though, his behaviour was still weird before the explosion. Unlike MC he remembers the past experimentation - I wouldn't be surprised if he was keeping tabs on EVER in case they made a reappearance in their lives. I used to think he didn't like the granny because of this, but I've changed my mind. He arranged for her to be moved to a nursing home that was remote and of good quality, he was remorseful when he told MC he couldn't save her in the explosion. Maybe he grew to forgive her for her past experimentation, or was just glad she gave them a roof over their heads.

I also believe Caleb failed to save Grandma in the explosion because he instead chose to protect MC. That could explain why his necklace was left behind. I also think the explosion was meant to target all three of them, kill the granny and take MC and Caleb back to EVER headquarters, but Caleb somehow managed to prevent them from taking MC. Or they were after MC only and Caleb convinced the raincoats to take him instead. It tracks with Caleb's intentions to have EVER focus on him rather than MC.

My theory post was mainly wrong, but I was right about one thing; Caleb wants to return to a place where it felt as if it was only himself and MC in the world; the secret/ abandoned garden he visits (in his mind?) at the end of his myth. In my post, I speculated this may be a reference to the Garden of Eden due to commissioned fanart of the game representing MC and Caleb with the forbidden fruit. Now I'm not so sure; What does the apple represent for MC and Caleb, their blurring relationship? And what about the serpent? I think it's no coincidence we meet Viper in this branch, who is some sort of snake cyborg...

I've seen speculate that this timeline is the first lifetime Caleb and MC have shared with one another, and as much as I like the theory, I disagree with it. The main reason being this:

I think this is how Caleb dies in the end of his next myth... question is what the hell happened for this to occur.

As well as that, Caleb and MC have the whole Adam and Eve thing going on, 100 years, space/nebula's surrounding their characters... the scene in the main story in which they watch the shooting star...that must link to a different timeline somehow. I personally believe in another lifetime, Caleb was banished from somewhere, maybe the heavens, or was sentenced to death, and MC decided to go down with him. I think this is a nice parallel to their current relationship, MC wants to be in the loop, wants to stand alongside Caleb, but he won't allow her to do so for her own sake, and instead shoulders everything on his own. Maybe he doesn't want to be the reason for her demise again. Whatever it is, like Zayne, I don't think Caleb has any recollection of their shared past.

Also, I believe Caleb surviving multiple instances of near death is no coincidence. He claims its because of MC, he needs to persevere to return to her... a part of me thinks he's being literal. Maybe he's been afflicted with some sort of curse, and he cannot die until MC does, or they are each others life source or something crazy like that.

Last but not least I want to say this: I hate EVER for what they did to Caleb. They have been fucking up his life since day one. Putting that chip in him and making him lose a part of himself was toooo much. I just mourn for Caleb now; he just wanted to fly and protect his loved ones, he was so beloved by those around him, and now he's been turned into a war machine. Free Caleb! If the 6th LI is the EVER ceo I'm throwing hands.

[theallianceofcelestials]

Ok thanks! This might be a little long, so what if SEA's Eclipse and other animatronics on his shift suddenly got the Vanny Virus from Security Breach?

Like from what I remember, the virus first starts by slowly making the animatronics more unstable and aggressive, and when the virus is fully active it makes them aggressive husks as soon as the clock hits 12:00am, so like I imagine those who have it just start snapping at the smallest thing and the immediately be taken aback because "wait, where did that come from?"

So how would the family handle it?

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While I don't think a Vanny Virus could ever be possible in SEA, I'm going to do my best to handle this

The animatronics don't seem aggressive towards each other in the game, so I'm going to assume they aren't aggressive here either. Their main focus is humans, and even then mostly children

So the family would probably only get a very moody and snappish Eclipse, who then just randomly breaks a D-class in half one day, and then has a mental breakdown about it. And well, Eclipse doesn't really get physically violent with the D-class often, so him murdering someone is pretty ooc.

This is when Moon would probably start looking into stuff, especially when Doggo kid, who's just a nice kid and wouldn't hurt a fly despite being in security, also just snaps and bites someone. The family already knew something was wrong before that, but now they're extra sure.

So they blanket burrito Eclipse, and just start browsing through his code to what the issue is. They'd be horrified to find a virus on him that alters his personality so much.

They'd fix the animatronics in the Site, and then they'd follow the update that hid the virus in itself back to its maker, where they'd brutally murder whoever's responsible, whether that's Afton or Vanny, they don't care.

But this'd probably not happen, because Afton, or at least Help Wanted, would be classified as an SCP and contained. But it's a pretty funky idea

The worst thing about the virus tho for the fam would be having Eclipse snap, only to then see their actual loved one come back out, horrified of his own actions. It'd take a while after they fix him for Eclipse to go back to his unguarded self who doesn't keep away

[auriidae]

update on everything that happened while i was streaming 2 my friend (hi friend) because i need to process.

why is One William Dollars in my head get him Out

lowkey is gregory even in this pizzaplex at all. why does his voice sound echoey like the kid on the freaking,, audio deterrent system in one of the games (idk which i only played it over roblox). are they luring me Towards instead of Away? am i falling prey to aggressive mimicry?

cassie kind of slays i love how she tries to fight off the animatronics when getting jumpscared which implies that gregory was just standing there and letting them jump him. fight vs freeze mentality fr i can just tell they're besties. they make friendship bracelets. gregory tells her stories with a whole lot of exaggeration and she goes "no way that really happened" the whole time. she would make him get over his distaste for chappell roan

BONNIE REFERENCE HAIIII BONNIE HI HI HI i took so many screenshots. THIS ANSWERS SO MANY OF MY QUESTIONS

hold on i just realized that roxy and monty are the only ones to have proper hair ToT and they're the newest characters.... if fazbear ent hadn't crashed and burned to the ground they would have eventually evolved into making freddy & co gijinka animatronics i'm calling it

eclipse my specialest little guy. it sounds so normal i didn't think it was possible for it to sound that normal. also it/its daycare attendant cross-referenced by helpi (helpy?) now? genuinely curious as to whether that was intentional. bc all the other animatronics are he/she including djmm who doesn't speak and seems to have less of a developed character if any at all. also wait so did moon always dislike sun? that wasn't just one william's virus? idk all the theories i've read were pre-ruin so whoooo knows

also i didn't have sun/moon musical number on my ruin bingo card but you know what slay. i swear that was the most depressing duet imaginable it gets its own bullet point

hold up i'm coming back to this because actually what is up with the mask. so like it's vanny? but like. vanni? was this made BEFORE vanessa? actually wait what is the point of vanessa she just went to therapy and then dipped. actually i should probably go back and do the vanny ending ermmm that might explain some things. is the ar even real?? how is any of that explainable. what is going on ToT (all of this will be explained in like 1 more hr of gameplay i'm sure but let it be on record that i was Really Quite Confused)

(girl who gets way too excited about media she enjoys voice) look. i’m just saying. if you finally got to the ending of five nights at freddy’s security breach after 3 years and 90+ hours of toiling and yapping and theorizing and generally having the time of your life and then THREE HOURS AFTER FINISHING THE GAME news of a new fnaf game drops. i’m just saying you would be convinced that you’re locked into the faz-consciousness as well okay? anyways i’m breaking tumblr hiatus because i’m playing ruin for the first time and i have a deep insatiable need to liveblog as i am OBSESSED

[splinterclan]

Moon 18.2: Truth coming out!

[nimbusclan]

Updated the refs for our now-adult MCs!

Moonstar: A pale tabby she-cat, eyes of sunlit ice, medium fur length. Nervous, steady paws. 13m old.

Fogfreckle: A white, unusually spotted (rosette) pale gray tom, cobalt eyes, medium fur length. Daring, good mediator, den builder. 13m old.

[hollymacycomic]

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[catnipcult]

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[h-didanart]

hello again, I bring more Bloodmoon doodles, this time about half were made at 12 am (it’s not a regular thing I swear I have a decent sleep schedule) Enjoy!

Because Southerner, Gun-loving Bloodmoon was just a thing I had to draw

My AUs! Aren’t they beautiful? :3 (for context the one on the jacket has a glass made out of a crocodile’s skull but I can’t draw crocodile skulls)

And working out a what-if-scenario for one of those AUs, Harvest is not happy

[rootbeermilktm]

i finished the next series and hAd to make more human dragonets. when i say im obsessed i mean that i held out for max a week after finishing quibli’s book before rereading both series. someone remind me to post my headcanons about all of them bc let me tell you i have thoughts and ideas.

[psychmerchant]

i made a card for neo and i’m just so pleased with it, i had to show it off

[gentleclan]

i thought starting a clangen blog would be a good way to force myself to learn how to draw cats . so here is gentleclan :) note The cats are not to scale here . this is just so you can look at them

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"I can distinctly remember the night I got my nine lives. The place was a dark red, gloomy and dead. I remember feeling watched. I knew I wasn't in StarClan."

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After Midnight. Marvel Superheroes: Official Game Adventure (Vol. 1/1990), pg. 29.

Designer: Anthony Herring; Editor: Mike Breault; Illustrator: John Statema